What Doesn't Kill My Marriage Makes the Surgeon Cut DeeperChapter 1
In the seventh year of my marriage, my mom went into surgery, and a doctor's careless mistake left her in a coma.
They held me at the hospital while I kept hammering Jericho Fowler’s number like a madwoman. He didn’t pick up at all.
It wasn’t until Verona MacGill—my mom’s surgeon—sneered at me that the truth landed like a punch in the gut.
“My god, Venice, have you still not figured out your place? When you were nearly assaulted, when you were in that car crash, every time you called Jericho, he didn’t pick up. Do you know why?”
She didn’t even bother hiding that sarcasm and arrogance on her face.
“Because every time something happened to you, he was… inside me. In fact, even today, I made sure he satisfied me before I came here. Your mom in a coma? Hah, that’s what you get for being shameless! If you don’t leave, who knows what will happen to the rest of your family…”
I thought I had picked the right man, but I ended up with a husband who was nowhere to be found when I needed him most.
In the first year of marriage, I was assaulted and almost raped. I fought for my dear life and called him.